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DUKE OF VENICE.
PRINCE OF ARRAGON,
suitors to Portia.
ANTONIO, the merchant of Venice.
BASSANIO, his friend.
SALARINO, friends to Antonio and Bassanio.
LORENZO, in love with Jessica
SHYLOCK, a Jew.
TUBAL, a Jew, his friend.
LAUNCELOT GOBBо, a clown, servant to Shylock.
OLD GOBBO, father to Launcelot.
SALERIO, a messenger from Vence.
servants to Portia.
PORTIA, a rich heiress.
NERISSA, her waiting-maid.
Magnificoes of Venice, Officers of the court of justice, Jaiier. Servants, and other Attendants.
SCENE, partly at Venice, and partly at Belmont, the seat of Portia, on the continent.
MERCHANT OF VENICE.
Venice. A street.
Enter ANTONIO, SALARINO, and SALANIO.
Ant. In sooth, I know not why I am so sad:
And such a want-wit sadness makes of me,
Salar. Your mind is tossing on the ocean;
That curtsy to them, do them reverence,
1 Ships of large burden.
Salan. Believe me, sir, had I such venture forth, The better part of my affections would Be with my hopes abroad. I should be still Plucking the grass, to know where sits the wind Peering in maps, for ports, and piers, and roads : And every object, that might make me fear Misfortune to my ventures, out of doubt, Would make me sad.
And not bethink me straight of dangerous rocks;
And now worth nothing? Shall I have the thought To think on this; and shall I lack the thought,
That such a thing, bechanced, would make me sad? But, tell not me; I know, Antonio
Is sad to think upon his merchandise.
Ant. Believe me, no: I thank my fortune for it,
My ventures are not in one bottom trusted,
Salan. Not in love neither? Then let's say, you are sad,
Because you are not merry; and 'twere as easy
Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time: Some, that will evermore peep through their eyes, And laugh, like parrots, at a bagpiper;
And other of such vinegar aspect,
That they'll not show their teeth in way of smile, Though Nestor swear the jest be laughable.
Enter BASSANIO, LORENZO, and GRATIANO.
Salan. Here comes Bassanio, your most noble kinsman,
Gratiano, and Lorenzo. Fare you well:
If worthier friends had not prevented me.
Salar. Good morrow, my good lords.
Bas. Good signiors both, when shall we laugh? Say, when?
You grow exceeding strange.
Must it be so?
Salar. We'll make our leisures to attend on [Exeunt Salarino and Salanio. Lor. My lord Bassanio, since you have found Antonio,
We two will leave you; but, at dinner-time
Gra. You look not well, signior Antonio :
Ant. I hold the world but as the world, Gra
A stage, where every man must play a part,
Let me play the fool:
With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come:
Sleep when he wakes; and creep into the jaundice